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Current Issue: Fall/Winter 2010

POEMS

Bruce Covey
Pantoum On Art

Oliver de la Paz
Dear Empire [These are your
interstates
]
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Oliver de la Paz
Dear Empire [These are your maps]
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Oliver de la Paz
Dear Empire [These are your nurseries]
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Christine DeSimone
Quitting Smoking

Todd Dillard
Put the Jukebox On

Todd Dillard
The Hymn of the Garden (Days)

Noelle Kocot
Vow to Continue to Avoid All Drama and Strife

Gary L. McDowell
A Travel of Romance (Scene IV)

Gary L. McDowell
A Travel of Romance (Scene V)

Gary L. McDowell
Simple Objects

Clayton Michaels
– dog star man (part one)
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Ron Mohring
– Admit One

Ron Mohring
Fire

Ron Mohring
Loss: An Atlas

Keith Montesano
Honeymoon Meditation: Flight Number 1967

Keith Montesano
Variation on a Landscape

Corinna McClanahan Schroeder
You Tell Me of the Winters in Laramie

Sheera Talpaz
What You've Heard, It's All True

Kendra Tanacea
After the Funeral
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Laura Madeline Wiseman
I Find My Love: In Mr. Fletcher's School
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Laura Madeline Wiseman
Family Address
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FICTION

Jessica Barksdale
Mistake 502

N.T. Brown
Electric Feel

Nathan Holic
Pastel Dreams

Michael Phillips
When I Was Young


NON-FICTION:
the book(s) that changed my life

Rachel Contreni Flynn
The Word-Loving Dragon

Ru Freeman
Staying Hungry: on Enid Blyton

Alex Lemon
The Book That Changed My Life

Metta Sáma – “Don’t you let on”: two books that charged my tongue


REVIEWS

Laura McCullough on…
Words for Empty and Words for Full, Bob Hicok

Leslie Contreras Schwartz on…
This Is the Red Door, James R. Whitley

What You've Heard, It's All True  
Sheera Talpaz

In certain spiders the female carries the eggs about with her in a silken case until they hatch. She is much larger and stronger than the male and may kill and devour him after copulation, as does an insect, the praying mantis, around which has crystallized the myth of devouring femininity—the egg castrates the sperm, the mantis murders her spouse, these acts foreshadowing a feminine dream of castration. —Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex

I am the broken, burning bed.
You grow drowsy.

I am the venom of us.

The city has its perils --
the woman, her pearls,

this woman, her pleasures,
her pills, plied with it.

Lord, the lies resound.
The flies abound over

this marshland. I am
flooded, am fickle.

Will I be forgotten?

I am the filthy city.
The slattern under lanterns.

I spit.
It's backwards crying.

 

Sheera Talpaz is a graduate of the MFA program at the University of Michigan, where she received a Hopwood Award in poetry. Her essays and poetry have appeared in The Rumpus, The Collagist, Euphony, and La Petite Zine. She lives in Chicago.